This is not a poem,
Nor a lyrical verse.
It is the pouring of my heart
Through keys I traverse,
A crying of my fingertips
For hugs and for comfort,
But I have built around my heart,
An unconquerable fort
I feel so left out,
Excluded and different,
Someone always disagreeing.
Feeling the need to vent
About all the reasons why
I wish that it were possible
For me to believe
That I could be wonderful
And needed
And wanted
Supported
Understood
Heard.
Do you hear me?
Someone hear me please,
Someone answer my pleas,
Someone reach for their keys
On the keyboard.
Someone unlock their phone,
Someone visit my home
Away from home.
I'll be waiting.
